Yellowman Blueheart Songtext
von Flint Moore

Where you going child
When you say you′re done
Your bed is unmade
It's better yet to run
What happened years ago
Is singing songs of death
They bring you closer
To a place you don′t know

What you gonna do with all that gold
Come on man, you know that you can't handle it
Rich man, poor man, make your claim
On place you don't own
Yeah, you own

Come on Yellowman Blueheart


So hold her closer
In your arms
And hear alarm bells
At the wake
You cry but you act just like the least
You have eaten at their feast
And now you tell Him you′re sorry
Take aim
Praying everyday
For a chance to a part
In a play you don′t know

What you gonna do with all that gold
Come on man you know you can't handle it
Rich man, poor man, make your claim
On place you don′t own
Yeah you own

Come on Yellowman Blueheart

When the lights leave absolution
What will be seen
What can be seen
Yeah